Mister Clean

The universe stretches

in every direction,

but I can't even fathom

the extent of the

oceans here.

The unknown.

Life is deep and dark

and full of

strange things

swimming around

your ankles.

I imagine the

Christian God

to look like

Mister Clean

wearing a toga.

Wading through

the Milky Way.

Schools of comets

darting like minnows

around his feet.

Splashing dark matter

onto everything

close by.

I want to play God.

To make change

with the movements

of my legs.

To be big enough

to skew the axis

of planets.

I lie in bed.

Typing this into my phone.

Wondering how I

will even make it

to the edge of the mattress.

How I will manage today

without a wave of panic.

How I will learn

not to be a black hole.